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DUST

‘the story tellers never imagined Sleeping Beauty waking up covered with a thick layer of dust: neither did they ever dream of sinister spider’s webs, tearing at the first movement of her red hair. Yet sad coatings of dust endlessly go on invading earthly dwellings, leaving them uniformly sullied; as if attics and old rooms were left ready for the next arrival of those ghosts, phantoms and grubs substantiated and intoxicated by the worm-eaten smell of old dust’